Sir Jace turned me into his personal cum receptacle yesterday, and now, I was his personal latrine. Waking up to my Sir’s morning piss is a ritual I hope to keep every day for the rest of my faggot life. It brings me so much joy to take to my knees and drink fresh from the tap. I am fully aware there are thousands of faggots in my state that would willingly take my place if they could, but I have no intention of ever giving it up. I’m committed to my Sir for life.
After my Sir filled my throat with his piss, his cock suddenly grew hard and thick. Even though we both had to get ready for work and I hadn’t started breakfast or any of my usual morning tasks, my Sir sensed my trepidation.
“It’s alright, faggot. I’m gonna fuck you quickly, I gotta unload in that ass and then you can do what you need to do.”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”
“Don’t thank me until after I breed you. Damn, faggot. You got me so turned on. You slept with all my seed up in that pussy. Do you know how that turns me on? Knowing I got my faggot full of my babies?”
“Yes Sir, I do, Sir.”
“I’m gonna take that ass, get on your back, slut!”
I love it when my Sir degrades me verbally or any way at all. It makes me feel like a real and honest faggot, just an object with holes to be used by superior men, or my favorite man of all, my King and Sir.
Without hesitation I laid back on the bed and threw my legs back holding my ankles in my hands. My Sir shoved a pillow under my hips, pulled me to the edge of the bed, spit in his hand, coated his cock and shoved it right up my ass.
“Owwwww, fuck! Ohhhh, Sir you’re sooo deep!”
“I’m gonna split that pussy in half, faggot! I know you love it. I can see it on your face, bitch!”
Sir leaned over me and spit a couple of times on my face. I wiped it all over my face with my hands, then I opened my mouth like a baby bird and he dripped more saliva into it. Then for good measure slapped my face around a couple of times. I loved it!
“Mmmmmmm, thank you, Sir! Fuck me, Sir! Own my butthole, Sir!”
My Sir pulled his cock back and thrust inside deep. Pulled out and did it an again, then a third time and a fourth time, teasing my hole. Gaping it open with every entry. Then Sir threw my ankles over his right shoulder holding them tightly and drilled into me hard, his balls repeatedly slamming into me.
“I’m gonna give you another load, faggot! You want it, don’t you, whore?”
“Yesss, yeesss Sir, I do, Sir! Plant your seed up my faggot pussy, Sir!”
“Beg me for it, slut!”
“Please, please, Sir! Please put your load up my needy ass, Sir!”
“Like this, faggot?”
My Sir gave me a serious pound out that I’ll remember for the rest of my life.
“Uh uh uh uh uh…!”, was all I could utter. My eyes went wide and my mouth was shaped like an “O” as my Sir buried his spunk deep up my hole.”
When his orgasm subsided, my Sir slowly pulled his cock out.
“Don’t move, faggot!”
My Sir walked over to his toy chest and produced a medium sized butt plug from his collection.
He placed it in my mouth to get it wet and then slid it into my backside.
“Now my seed will be in you all day, faggot. Safe and sound.”
“Yes Sir. Thank you, Sir. That was amazing, Sir. I love the way you fuck me, Sir. I will think about you all day, Sir.”
“You certainly will, faggot, and you should. I’m getting in the shower. Time for you to start breakfast.”
“Yes Sir, right away, Sir.”
I pushed that butt plug inside to make sure it wouldn’t slip out and felt it rubbing against my prostate as I began to cook up some eggs and toast, make lunches, and when I went outside to the curb to bend down for the paper, I noticed when I stood up, a wet spot was forming on my pink jock. I was probably going to be leaking all day from the constant stimulation.
My Sir and I were running a bit late so he didn’t bother to come into the office and say good morning to Mr. Eddie. He dropped me off and I was alone, unaccompanied.
“Good morning, faggot. Where’s Jace?”
“We were running late so he dropped me off, Mr. Eddie.”
“I can see from that big smile on your face why you were late. That Jace is insatiable.”
“Mr. Eddie, my Sir is a beast.”
“Faggot, I don’t want to embarrass you, but you have a wet spot by your crotch. You might want to go wash that off before it permanently stains your pants.”
“Thank you, Mr. Eddie. I’ll take care of it.”
I went to the bathroom and Mr. Eddie was right. The stain in my jock grew larger and wetter and soaked right through to my pants. I did my best to take some paper towel and soap and blot it out. It looked like the stain would disappear but I won’t know for sure until it dries, but now it looks like I pissed my pants.
I walked briskly to my office so I could put my legs under the desk. The problem was the plug continued rubbing my innards and the emissions wouldn’t stop.
I buried myself with work, hoping if I did that, maybe I wouldn’t think about the plug.
That worked, but then at lunch time, I heard my Sir’s booming voice out front.
“Hey Jace, missed you this morning. How did the rest of the weekend go after my faggot and I left you guys?”
“It was an eventful weekend, Jace. After Vincent and I played basketball, we came back to my house with Collins. The faggots were out of hand. I had to get creative and you wouldn’t believe what I put my faggot through to teach it a lesson.”
“Did you whip it?”
“No, no, I wanted to, believe me, but I promised you we’d take our faggots to the Club soon so I didn’t want to do that just yet. instead I made it sit in the driveway tied up with a plug up it’s ass, clamps on its tits and a sign that said “I’m a bad faggot”. I kept peaking outside and watched as people taunted it, laughed at it, poked it, pulled the chain of the clamps. I almost felt bad for it, but I’m telling you it really had it coming.”
“That’s one way to correct a faggot. Very creative, Jace.”
“Well, there’s more. I saw that Vincent was a natural Alpha like us, so I decided to let the fairy go home with him full-time. So yesterday, I used my faggot’s holes all day and all night. I think having that fairy in my house was making my faggot distracted. Now I can’t stop fucking it.”
“Jace, I know! I could tell right away, your faggot’s face was glowing. You know, your faggot had a cum stain on its pants this morning.”
“Hehe, that’s because I put a plug up its ass after I bred it. I wanted to make sure my babies were safe in my faggot’s pussy.”
“Damn Jace, you are something. No wonder why it hasn’t left its office all morning. That explains it.”
“Yep, it does. What about you, Eddie? What did you get up to over the weekend?”
“Well, after my faggot completed its chores I took it out to the bar. Before the bar closed for the night, I spit roasted it in the back room with another Dom. My faggot couldn’t get enough dick that night, the horny fucker. Then yesterday, I took it out for a walk in the park. Wouldn’t you know it, that Dom was there, too, with its sub. It’s a small world. We went back to their place and took turns fucking asses and double fucking them. It was a lot of fun. You’d really like him, Jace. They just moved here from Seattle.”
“Sounds like you had an active weekend buddy. Good for you. I’m sure I’ll meet your new friend soon enough. Let me grab my faggot for lunch. I’ll see you later, Eddie.
“See you, Jace.”
My Sir popped his head in my office.
“Come with me, let’s go to lunch.”
“But Sir, I have a bit of a problem. Can’t I just eat lunch here? I have a sandwich in the fridge.”
“Are you trying to argue with me, faggot? I’m offering to take you to lunch and you don’t want to come? Should I go ask another faggot to lunch? I’m sure I could find one in a minute. There are faggots practically on every street corner.”
“Sir, I do want to have lunch with you, of course I do, but look at this!”
I stood up and the wet stain on my pants was massive.
“Haha, you do have a problem, but that’s not my problem. Let’s go, faggot.”
We walked by Mr. Eddie’s office.
“Hey wait a second!”, he shouted.
We stopped in our tracks.
“Damn boy, that stain is much worse! You’re going out like that?”
“Eddie, don’t let my faggot fool you. We all know it loves public humiliation. My faggot has no decency.”
“Well, if that’s the case, have a good lunch.”
“Thanks Eddie.”
We walked outside and my Sir pulled my leash from his pocket and clipped it to my collar.
“Hehe, I snatched this off the hook by the door after you walked outside this morning. I was waiting to do this all morning. Now everyone will see how excited you are to be my little bitch, tethered behind me.”
“Yes Sir, thank you, Sir for leashing me and making me your little bitch, Sir.”
“Ohhh you are very welcome, faggot. I have another big surprise for you in the truck and I can’t wait to give it to you. Let’s eat first.”
My Sir took me to a pizzeria and we had a couple of slices and some Cokes and then we walked back to his truck and there was a little brown bag that he handed to me.
“Open the bag, faggot.”
I excitedly opened the bag, and in it was a similar sized butt plug, slightly larger.
“Thank you, Sir?”, unsure why my Sir was giving me another butt plug.”
“Faggot, this one vibrates. I can control it with an app on my phone. Any time I want I can turn it on, I can control the level of vibration. Isn’t that awesome, faggot? Imagine you could be sitting at your desk looking over a spreadsheet and then out of nowhere, I turn that plug on high and you’re moaning like a bitch right in your office. Or, imagine your presenting financials to the partners and out of nowhere you feel your ass buzzing! This is going to be so much fun!”
“Sir, really? Can’t we just do this at night and on weekends? I’m at work, Sir.”
“Faggot, absolutely not! There’s no fun in that. Is this any way to thank me for a gift? I didn’t think you’d be so ungrateful, I’m disappointed.”
Those are my least favorite words. I hate when my Sir is disappointed with me.
“Thank you, Sir for my thoughtful gift, Sir. I will go inside and wear it now, Sir!”
“Well, that was better, faggot. At least you are attempting enthusiasm. I’m giving you five minutes and you better have this plug in your ass!”
“Yes Sir, right away, Sir. Thank you for lunch, Sir. I love you, Sir!”
I reached up to give his bearded cheek a kiss and my Sir looked at me sternly.
“I love you, too, but I’d love you even more if you would just listen to me and not give me such a hard time. Just do as you’re told, faggot, and everything will be much easier for you.”
“Yes Sir. I’ll see you later, Sir.”
My Sir drove away and I scrambled back into the office and thankfully, there wasn’t anyone in the single stall men’s room. When I pulled the plug out, a gush of my Sir’s cum poured out along with it falling down my balls and taint. I felt like a part of me had died. I hated to lose it. I told myself there would likely be more later. With no time to waste, I slid the new plug up my butt and it was still slick enough for it to go in easily, well, and my hole was already gaped. I washed off the other plug and put it in the bag and went back to my office.
About an hour or so later, Mr. Eddie was sitting in a chair opposite my desk discussing some invoices and expenses with me when I felt my hole tingle. There was a faint buzzing sound that I hoped Mr. Eddie couldn’t hear.
“Shhh, did you hear that, faggot? What’s that noise?”
“I don’t hear anything. Mr. Eddie.”, I lied.
Just a few moments later, the tingling intensified.
“That buzzing sound is louder now, you can’t tell me you don’t hear it, faggot.”
“Yes, now I do, Mr. Eddie.”
“What can that be? It sounds like the noise is coming from your side of the office? I haven’t heard that before and I’ve been working here for 17 years.”
“I don’t know, Mr. Eddie.”
Mr. Eddie stood up and walked to my side of the desk and it became evident that the noise was coming from my chair.
“Do you want to explain yourself, faggot? And look at your pants, did you cum or something?”
“Mr. Eddie, I can explain. No, I didn’t cum. My Sir made me put a new plug in my ass after lunch and it vibrates. My Sir can control it with his phone. I can’t stop my cock from dribbling!”
“Oh that does explain it alright.”, Mr. Eddie laughed. “That Jace is always up to something. What an excellent idea to keep you sexually frustrated all day, ha! No wonder you’re leaking like a pipe!”
“You’re not mad, Mr. Eddie?”
“Why would I be mad? You’re still doing your job, right? I don’t care what Jace does with you as long as you can keep up with your work.”
“Thank you, Mr. Eddie.”
It was now after 5 when Sir Jace came to pick me up. Mr. Eddie had already gone home and told me he needed to fuck his faggot so badly because seeing me wet my pants all day was making him nuts.
My Sir had played with his new toy all afternoon. Most of the time it was turned off, but he’d turn it on occasionally, but hadn’t turned it up to high, at least I didn’t think so. I’ll admit, I came close to a full blown orgasm a few times. My Sir had me edging, my locked dicklet strained all afternoon.
I jumped into the back seat of my Sir’s truck and he looked right at me through the rear view mirror. He then tapped a few buttons on his phone and the vibrations hit fast and strong. I moaned in complete and utter ecstasy as my Sir started driving us home.
“Don’t you dare cum faggot, not yet. You look so hot back there, I wish you could see your face, you look like such a little bitch, you’re making my dick so hard, faggot.”
“Uhhhhh huuuhhh, Ssssiiirrr! Ooooooo ooohhhhh, ahhhhh”, I just couldn’t stop groaning. I lifted up my shirt and began to rub my hands over my torso. I couldn’t control myself.
At a stop light, my Sir turned it off.
“That’s enough for now. You were getting close. We’re almost home, hang in there, faggot.”
I couldn’t wait to get home. I needed release so badly. It was so unfair. My Sir controlled everything about me. Every aspect of my life. I never cared so much about that until now. I was pouting in the back seat.
My Sir parked his truck in the driveway and saw me pouting.
“Awww, did I ruin your orgasm, faggot? Is that why you have a sad face?”
“Yes Sir! It is, Sir!”
“Hehehe, you’re so cute when you’re upset, faggot. Come on, let’s go inside.”
My Sir took me by the hand and walked me up to the front door.
“Strip, faggot!”
I stripped as usual by the door and dropped my clothes in the hamper.
My Sir pulled me over to the sofa and lifted my butt onto the arm of the sofa. Then he turned the vibrator on at a medium level. Once again, I was leaking like crazy and getting so dizzy.
My Sir reached over to grab a bottle of lube, dropped his pants and briefs down to his ankles and lined up his cock with my hole. What happened next I never expected. My Sir pried my stuffed hole open with the crown of his cock, and I felt a “pop”. Once it broke through the ring, he pushed his inches even further inside me, stretching my hole to another dimension. I was seeing stars it felt absolutely incredible.
“Oh fuck, faggot, you have no idea how that plug feels on my cock. So fucking good!”
“Uhhhhh ooohhhh, Sir. My hole is so open, Sir!”
“Yeah, feel my big dick and your toy stuffing your cunt, faggot? You like me fucking your pussy like this?”
“Sir, yes! You’re gonna make me cum, Sir. Ohhh, Sir!”
“Yeah, you want me to let you cum, bitch? Let me hear you say it.”
“Please Sir, please. Ohhhhh, I’m so close, Sir…ohhhh, please let me cum, Sir!”
“Yeah, your little clit gonna blow, baby? You gonna cream your pink panties for me, baby?”
“Ohhhh Sir! Yes, ohhh I can’t hold it anymore, it feels soooo goood, Sir!”
“Yeah, let me hear you cum, faggot. I’m gonna wreck your cunt when you cum, whore!”
That was it, once my Sir gripped my hips and went into full on dick down mode I threw my hands up over my head and wailed. When my hole clamped down on my Sir’s fuck stick and that butt plug, I was in paradise!
“Nnnnmaaahhh, ohhhhhhhh god! Oohhhhh mmmyyy god! Ohhhhh ohhhh ohhhhh!”
I hadn’t cum in maybe two entire months and my pink jock was smothered with a huge puddle of thick white cum. It was so intense, I was light headed and slack from the physical exertion. I had been edging all day and blew hard. It was such an intense release.
“Ohhh baby, you made such a mess in your panties! My Sir pulled his dick out of my ass, then the plug, he pulled my jock down and shoved it into my mouth, and then pushed his dick back inside.”
“My turn now, faggot. You look so hot eating your creamy panties. Let me see you lick them for me.”
I looked at my Sir dead in his eyes as I swiped my tongue over the creamiest spots, eating my own jizz.
“Ahhhh yeah, that’s beautiful. Now put them back in your mouth for me.”
“Mmm hmmmm, thir!”
It didn’t take much longer for Sir to fill my hole with a gallon of fresh spunk. Sir Jace put the vibrating plug back up my ass.
“Gotta keep my babies safe, faggot. No need to put on another jock, faggot. I wanna get a real good view of that ass tonight and I wanna see your clit get wet. Hehe.”
“Yes Sir. Do you want me to bring you some shorts, Sir? Would you like to change, Sir?”
“I’ll go do that. You can bring me a beer though. What’s for dinner tonight?”
“I have that t-bone I didn’t get to cook last night. I was going to make you that, Sir.”
“Mmmm, that sounds good, faggot. I could go for a steak tonight. Gonna need some energy to breed you again before bed, faggot.”
I smiled so big.
“Coming up, Sir!”
My Sir changed into shorts and a white wifebeater and as he drank his beer and watched the news, he was playing with the app on his phone once again sending vibrations in my butt at unexpected times at varying degrees of intensity. Of course, my locked dicklet was once again dripping clear strands of liquid continuously, I couldn’t stop it.
My Sir would have me buzzing for a few minutes then call me over to him so he can see my leaky faucet.
“Hahaha! Look at your clit, faggot! This is so much fun, I should have thought of this a long time ago!”
“Sir, I can’t stop my dicklet from dripping, Sir. It’s embarrassing, Sir!”
“Nonsense, faggot! It’s just you and me here, there’s no need to be embarrassed. I’ve seen you cleaning out your pussy on the toilet, which is much more embarrassing than this. Why are you trying to spoil my fun, faggot?”
I was careful not to apologize, that would have made it much worse.
“Sir, you are right, Sir. You are always right, Sir. I’m so pleased you are having fun, Sir!”
“I am, I really am. I do realize my fun comes at your expense, but you are my faggot, right? You live in my house? Eat my food? Right?”
“Yes Sir, I do.”
“Yes, you do, so if I decide to have a little fun with you, I’m gonna do it. I don’t wanna hear anymore complaining. Don’t be a buzzkill. Now where’s my steak, I’m hungry.”
With my Sir there is always consequence for any perceived infraction.
When I bent over with oven mitts to pull the broiler out with his steak, my Sir turned the plug on its highest setting!
“Owwwww, oh my God!”, I yelped!
I heard my Sir laughing at the dining room table. He was hungry.
I waited for the steak to rest before serving him a potato and some veggies, but kept him happy with another beer.
“Why don’t you join me at the table, faggot? No need to eat standing up.”
This was a trap, I knew that. One that I couldn’t get out of.
“Sure Sir, thank you for allowing me to dine with you, Sir.”
I tried to take a seat at the other side of the table, opposite my Sir. I don’t know why I was trying to hide from him, maybe I didn’t want him to see my pouty face.
“No, sit here, next to me, faggot. I want to look at you.”
“Sir, maybe I should get a towel, Sir. I don’t want to drip on the chair.”
“You might want to do that, faggot. Hehe. I really love this!”
I gulped, but said nothing. I stepped away and laid a towel on the chair.
“Now you can sit down and enjoy your meal, just like me.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
I cut into my steak and after I swallowed my first piece, my Sir started it up, a low barely there buzzing on my butt.
“Does that feel good, faggot? You like that?”
“Yes Sir, thank you, Sir.”
“Look at your little nub, hehe, so cute dripping. Are you wet for me, faggot?”
“Yes Sir, I’m always wet for you, Sir.”
“Finish your dinner, faggot. Take your time. We have all night to play.”
My Sir had finished eating before me and watched me. He was careful not to start up the toy while was mouth was full. He said he didn’t want me to choke and I thanked him for being so thoughtful. It was a long meal for me, delayed by my Sir insisting to use his new toy and laughing as he watched my reactions. My Sir turned it up to high at one point and when my eyes rolled into the back of my head, he laughed so hard I thought he’d fall out of his chair.
“Are you finished, faggot?”
“Yes, Sir. I’m finished.”
“Put your plate in the sink and I’ll be waiting for you in my throne.”
“Yes Sir.”
I placed my dirty dish in the sink and walked over to my Sir who was already sitting in his throne, but he’d stripped completely naked. His cock was as hard as stone.
“You know what I love about you, faggot?”
“No Sir?”
“Ahhh, come on take a guess?”
“Ummm, that I keep your house clean, Sir?”
“I do like that, but that wasn’t the right answer.”
My Sir zapped me for a few seconds and I rose to my tippy toes and yelped.
“Another guess, faggot.”
“Ummm, that I am your morning urinal, Sir?”
This time the buzz lasted a good 15 seconds and I danced and wiggled my butt.
“Haha, no, no but very close, faggot. I’ll tell you what, because I’m such a good guy, I’ll give you a choice. You can take one more guess and if you’re right, I’ll give you a sweet reward, if you give up, I get to set the dial on high for a full minute before I tell you the answer. Make a choice, faggot?”
“Ummm, I give up, Sir. I have no idea, Sir.”
“Awww, that’s too bad, faggot, I never thought of you as a quitter. Just for that, I’m adding another minute.”
For two whole minutes my Sir was amused watching me go out of mind with that plug set on the highest setting. It straddled pleasure and pain and my little dicklet wouldn’t stop dripping, thicker strands of clear fluid were dripping onto my legs and the carpet.
“Ok, I’m going to tell you what I love about you now, faggot. I love that you’re a world class cocksucker. I’m such a lucky man to have a faggot with extraordinary cocksucking talents.”
“Thank you, Sir. I love sucking your cock, Sir.”
“Oh, I know you do, faggot! So why aren’t you sucking my dick right now? I’m hard as a fucking rock practically gift wrapping it to you, naked, and you haven’t even touched it? I don’t get it, faggot?”
“Sir, but you were…”
“Hey! I don’t want to hear whatever it was that you were about to say. Don’t blame me, it’s your fault. Good thing I’m in a good mood tonight because I’m gonna give you a chance to make it right. You crawl over here and get my dick in that mouth.”
“Yes Sir, thank you, Sir, for giving me another chance, Sir.”
“Don’t make me regret it, faggot!”
I was on my knees in an instant, between my Sir’s thighs as I placed the turgid cock in my mouth. My Sir pushed me down so I was sitting on the carpet, the plug pushed slightly further inside me.
I had my Sir’s entire shaft down my throat when he turned on the vibrator. It caused me to groan slightly as I took that dick. After 15 or 20 minutes, of my Sir toying around with the intensity of the vibrator, he rise up out of his throne. He set the dial to a med-high and left his phone on the side table. Then he gripped my head in a strong hold and pummeled my throat.
“Mmmm mmmm mmmmm mmmm”, I was moaning so vigorously, my hole was overstimulated.
“I’m gonna cum thir”, I mumbled with a mouthful of cock.
“Oh no you don’t!”
My Sir turned off the vibrator completely and I was so close I almost cried. Instead, I doubled down on my Sir’s cock, placing both of my hands on his butt cheeks and felt them flex as he throated me.
My Sir was getting closer, I could tell.
“Let’s cum together, faggot.”
My Sir turned the dial up to high. I was so fumed with desire I was sucking so deep and bobbing my head up and down. I felt my Sir’s cock harden in my mouth.
“Cum with me, faggot! Ummm ummmm ugghhh, ohhhh fuuucckk”
As my Sir was pouring cum into my mouth, I had my own orgasm.
“Mmmmml ahhhhhhh ooohhhh my God, thir!,”? Mumbled louder over his cock and my ass contracted over the plug, this time without the pouch to catch it, my cum flew a few inches out of the slit. It was another level of intensity brought on by being plugged and not being able to touch myself.
My Sir finally turned off the vibrating plug and I was clearly winded after such an intense and powerful release. If there was any plus side to this new toy, it was that I was permitted to orgasm. Since my dicklet is now permanently locked, even if I begged my Sir to unlock me, the only way would be to saw it off.
“Wow, faggot. Look at that mess you made all over the carpet. I see a streak over there, and over here, even more over there. You better start cleaning it up, faggot!”
“Yes Sir, right away, Sir.”
I started to stand so I could grab some soap and a rag, but Sir grabbed me by the wrist.
“Where are you going, faggot?”
“Sir, you asked me to clean the carpet, Sir?”
“I did, but I didn’t think you were that dense. Use your tongue, faggot! Let me see you bend that ass over and stick your tongue in that puddle right over here!”
I bent over and lowered my tongue and began cleaning the carpet, licking like a cat. My cum tasted like a strong salty bleach, it was thick and gooey. My chin was slick and shiny when I finished.
“Very good, faggot. It looks like you got it all cleaned up.”
“Thank you, Sir. May I please wash my face, Sir. It’s sticky.”
“No, you may not. I think you should let that cum of yours dry on your face. You look like such a slut and i like it. In fact, stay right there.”
My Sir grabbed his phone.
“Look into the camera faggot, and smile for me.”
“Yes Sir.”
“Smile and say, “I’m a faggot!”
“I’m a faggot!”, I blurted as he captured a series of pictures.
“Oh wow, faggot these pictures are great. I’m sending them to Eddie, Vincent, and Collins right now. I love showing you off to my friends. It makes me so happy, faggot.”
“Thank you, Sir for showing me off to your friends, Sir. I love to make you happy, Sir.”
“And you do, very very happy. Do you want me to pull that plug out your ass now, faggot? You’ve been wearing it all day.”
“Yes Sir, please. I think I need to use the bathroom, Sir.”
“Spin around and bend over, faggot.”
My Sir slowly pulled the plug and handed it to me.
“Rinse it with dish soap and water, faggot and then bring it back to me.”
“Yes Sir. Thank you, Sir.”
I went to empty my bladder and bowels and prepped for more dick that I knew I’d be getting soon.
Sure enough, when I brought the plug back, my Sir was stroking and watching a TimTales video (RIP Tim/Marcel). It was of a Black Cuban top, Claudio Medina who was blessed with a fat nine inch cock dicking down a smooth submissive Columbian bottom, Bastian Karim. Bastian was ass up face down on an ottoman holding his ass open for his top’s big dick, moaning as that cock battered his hole. I could tell how much he was loving the Cuban dick just by watching his face and he was repeating over and over “si, si, si”. It was hot.
“You want me to fuck you just like that, faggot? You want me to bend you over the sofa and dick you down like that slut on the tv?”
“Yes Sir, please, Sir.”
“You gonna hold your ass open for me? Beg me to give you my big dick?”
“Yes Sir, I will beg you to fuck me with your big dick and I will spread my ass open for you, Sir.”
“Tell me why I should fuck you with my big dick, faggot?”
“Sir, because I’m your faggot, Sir! Your dick is the reason why I wake up in the morning, Sir. I need your dick to live, Sir. I love you and your big beautiful dick, Sir.”
“Do you hear yourself, faggot? It’s like my dick is your God? Is that what you’re saying, faggot?”
My Sir kept stroking his erection, teasing me with this little head game making me wait, building up the tension.
“Yes Sir, that is what I’m saying, Sir. I worship your dick like a God, Sir.”
Now Bastian was on his back holding his legs wide open looking so needy for more of that Cuban banana. I wanted my Sir’s banana and licked my lips.
“You hungry for my dick, aren’t you, faggot. You can’t take your eyes off of it even though you should always be looking at me when I’m talking to you. You’re being so rude, faggot.”
“Huh, Sir? What did you say, Sir.”
“You got it real bad, faggot?”
“What’s that, Sir?”
“An addiction, faggot. You addicted to my dick, you can’t even look at me when I’m talking to you.”
“Yes Sir, I am, Sir.”
“You see the desperate look on that faggot’s face taking that big Black dick, faggot? That’s the look you give me every time I dick you down. You can see it in his eyes and your eyes, the deep need for big dick. You have the same look right now, and my dick isn’t in your ass yet, faggot.”
“Sir, please, will you please dick me down? Please!”
“I’m gonna dick you down alright, I just want to see that faggot take that load up its ass. Just like I’m gonna give it to you.”
“Yes Sir. Thank you, Sir.”
Just then Sir’s phone pinged and he picked it up and laughed.
“Hehe, that was Vincent. He loved your pic. Look what he sent me back.”
Sir showed me his phone. It was a close up picture of Ofvincent’s face covered in cum. It was in its hair, its nose, one eye red, all over its chin and plastered on its cheeks. It was smiling for the camera, too.
“That’s a great picture, but such a waste of cum. I prefer to dump my load down your throat or up your ass. I need to know that my babies are safely inside my faggot.”
“Yes Sir. Ummm, I call it faggot fuel, Sir.”
“I like that, faggot. It is faggot fuel. It looks like that faggot is about to get some fuel right now, look at that top stuffing it with its seed. That’s how you do it! A happy ending to a hot scene.”
“Yes Sir, what a lucky bottom faggot he is.”
“It is, you can clearly see that’s a faggot, how lucky it is. Well, now it’s your turn faggot. You said you were gonna bend over the sofa and spread your ass for me, get to it.”
I mounted the sofa, my face on the cushion, and I reached behind me and spread my smooth creamy white ass open for my Sir.
“Ohhh look at that sweet ass! Your hole is winking at me, faggot! Wearing that plug all day made it gape. So pretty. I’m gonna hollow that hole out even more!”
My Sir planted his face right in my crack, the scruff of his beard scraped against my skin and when his tongue snaked through my ring I was delirious. My Sir motorboated between my cheeks, spitting inside the wide opening. Sir’s hands were now over mine, assisting with pulling my butt even further apart, and that made his tongue dive in a little further. I was pushing my ass back trying to get more.
My Sir pushed my hands away, smacked my backside, kneeled behind me, and dipped his cock inside like a dip stick and then pulled out. I could feel my hole shuttering open and closed. In and out, in and out, toying with my hole.
I attempted to reach back so my Sir wouldn’t pull his hips back but he slapped my wrists away.
“Ohhh, you want me to ride that ass, don’t you, faggot?”
“Please Sir! Fuck me!”
My Sir reached his arm around my torso and pulled me up, biting my shoulder as he jackhammered my craving hole with his cock.
“Ohhhh. Yessss! Ohhhh my God! It’s sooo good, Sir! Fuck me, oh fuck me!”
My Sir let go, pushed me down, pulled my hips up, each hand grabbing onto butt flesh and working my hungry hole even harder.
I was blabbering and drool was pouring out of my mouth, I couldn’t even use words to beg for more. I didn’t need to, my Sir knew exactly what I needed.
“Ohhh fuuucck, faggot! Your hole is so fucking sloppy and loose. It’s like a fucking tunnel! Fuck!!”
“Uhhhh uhhhhh”, was all I could utter at this point.
I turned my head back and was in awe of my Sir’s hulking body behind me, this Adonis just taking my slut hole and completely owning it. His hair covered pecs flexed as his pelvis gyrated, using that big dick to gape my pussy even wider, like elastic.
“Ohhhh ohhhhh my God, Ssssiir!”
My Sir pulled my wrists back and locked them in the small of my back as I bit the sofa pillow and cried out unintelligibly.
“I’m gonna drop my babies in your cunt, faggot. Gonna fill that pussy up good! Here it comes! Ohhhhh fuuucccckkkkk! Uggghhhh ohhhhhhh man! Oh wow! Fuuuccckkkk!!”
My Sir did pump me full of his babies, and slow fucked me to make sure all of them were buried inside me. He slowly pulled out, taking some with him, but he was quick to use his cock to push them back inside. I just stayed there with ass in the air, needing to come down from the breeding I’d just endured.
Normally, I would have jumped on my Sir’s cock to clean it off, but I couldn’t even think about that at that moment.
I turned my head and saw my Sir’s body shake in the aftermath of his hard workout.
“I need some water, faggot. I gotta hydrate. Look at me, I’m sweating.”
“Yes Sir, just give me a minute, Sir, and I’ll get it for you.”
“No, you stay right there with your ass up. Let my seed baste deep inside that hole.”
My Sir walked away and got us each a bottle of water. I wasn’t used to being waited on.
“Here, drink this, faggot.”
I opened the bottle and took a swig.
It was cold and refreshing. I didn’t realize how thirsty I was.
I was finally ready to stand up. When I looked at the sofa, I noticed a small stain. I must have cum again at some point. The entire fuck was epic, I probably did. I was riding so high, and lost control of myself. I placed the pillow over it hoping Sir wouldn’t notice and it would dry. I’d take care of it in the morning.
“Let’s go to bed, faggot. It’s getting late.”
“Yes Sir, thank you, Sir.”
“For what, faggot?”
“For making me the happiest faggot on the planet, Sir. I love you so much, Sir.”
“And I love you, too, faggot. I love that you appreciate me. I love how you worship me, you idolize me, it fills my heart, faggot.”
“Sir, you are my stud, Sir. My King.”
I could see my Sir’s cock stirring again! No way! The combination of the submission of myself and the adulation I continuously reinforce always seems to make the blood rush to his engorging penis. I wasn’t sure if my hole could take another breeding after all the fucking the day before and wearing those plugs all day, and then just now…but I could see that look in my Sir’s eyes. That look of desire and need to breed, the beastjy instinct to shove that impressive bull dick into a cow, and that cow was gonna be me.
My Sir took me into his bed with a plan to conquer me again. My Sir placed me on my back with my head on a pillow at the center of his king sized bed, raised my ankles with one large hand and stuck a wet finger into my ass.
“Sir, what are you doing to me, Sir?”
“No faggot, it’s what you’re doing to me. My boner is raging again. You can’t expect me to fall asleep without taking care of it, do you?”
“No Sir, ummm, no, I would not, Sir”, as I bit my bottom lip.”
“No, of course not. I mean I could take care of my boner all by myself with a fleshlight or a pocket pussy, or even my hand, but why would I do that when I have you, my very own faggot, right here in my bed?”
My Sir’s scent was melting my defenses, I was drawing in deep sniffs of his musk and sweat.
“Do you like my stink, faggot? You want more, will that loosen up that pussy for me?”
I nodded my head bashfully, maybe a little embarrassed to admit I wanted more of my Sir’s musk.
“Why are your cheeks turning red? There’s no need to be like that. I know that deep down you’re a fucking pig. You just need to admit it. You’re a little piggy, aren’t you, faggot?”
“Yes Sir! I’m a piggy, Sir!”
Two fingers were now swirling around my wet hole.
“Good, maybe I’ll ask Collins to put a little piggy tattoo on your other cheek. Would you like that? Let everyone that you’re a dirty piggy? Swine?”
“Yes Sir”, I had no real idea what I was agreeing to in that moment, I just wanted my Sir to lift his armpit over my face.
“Hehe, good, I’ll call him tomorrow, but first I want to see you be my little piggy.”
My Sir lifted his armpit and planted it right in my nose. I reached up to pull it in, the wet tufts of dark hair wreaked of my Sir’s natural scent, and suddenly when I was busy swiping my tongue in it, filling my tastebuds with savory sweat, my Sir put a third finger in my butt hole. I didn’t even flinch.
I continued munching away in my Sir’s pit without a care in the world.
“Ahhh yes, get in there, faggot. You see how it feels to let your inner pig out. Use your tongue and really get in there.”
“Mmmmmm mmmm”, I was really getting into it now, and I raised my hips up, and suddenly my Sir had four fingers moving in and out of my cummy hole, stretching my walls further.
“Ohhhh Sir! Mmmmmm mmmm, thank you, Sir!”, I was delirious. My Sir’s pit towering over me, his other hand feeding my hole.
“Ohhh yeah, faggot. Munch in there, smell me, smell you King’s ripe pit.”
When I took more hits of my Sir’s man funk, my Sir surprised me and his thumb slipped under his four fingers and now his hand was fully inside me up to the wrist. My Sir hadn’t fisted me in months!
“Uggghhh ohhhh my God, Sir!”
“Shhhhh, I got you, faggot. Just keep enjoying yourself pigging out in my pit. Deep breaths. Now use your tongue, full swipes up and down, that feels so good, faggot!”
Then my Sir maneuvered so his cock was in position to fuck me.
I focused on that wonderful hairy armpit in my face.
My Sir slowly shoved his dick inside me, next to his hand. My eyes went wide and I yowled out loud.
“Shhhh shhhh, it’s alright, faggot. Just relax that hole for me. My Sir moved his pit away and replaced it with his mouth. My Sir put his tongue in my mouth as his hand began to slowly jerk his cock in my expanded pussy.
“Ohhh, you feel that, faggot. You like how I’m using your cunt to pleasure myself. It’s so warm and wet in there. It feels so good. Using my own cum to fuck and fist you at the same time. Ohhh this is so good, faggot.”
I didn’t even answer my Sir at all. I threw my hands up over my head and my Sir began to chew on my nipple, biting down hard as his stroking intensified, his fist beating my pussy lips.
Finally my Sir kneeled and I was able to see his entire chest. He flexed his free arm for me. I reached up to feel his muscles.
“Oh Sir, you’re so sexy, Sir. Ohhhh yeah, beat my pussy up, Sir.”
“I’m close, faggot, I’m gonna cum right up your open cunt! My Sir closed his eyes, his head lifted toward the ceiling, his muscles straining and tensing.
“Huuuhhhhh uuuugggghhhhh ohhhhhhh ohhhhhh fffuuuuuccckkkk ooohhhh fffuuuccck! Oh my God! Ohhh faggot! Oh man! Ohhh wow!”
My Sir slowly pulled his hand out and it was covered in his cum. He put his fingers in my mouth and I sucked and kicked them all clean. Sir slowly rocked his softening cock in my ass, until it finally slipped out, spent at last.
“That was incredible, oh wow, faggot. Your hole is insatiable.”
My Sir kissed me, then he laid down next to me and spooned me in his arms.
I thought to myself before I fell asleep that if every Monday was like this I’d change my mantra to “Thank God it’s Monday!” I wondered what the rest of the week would bring.
